Loss
Like a bewildered child, a troubled creature
astray in a maze of tangled memories
she wanders. How much longer can love reach her?
Her past fades. Soon to have no future,
now is chaos. Confused by what she sees,
she stares ahead, a lost bewildered creature.
All that we can do is try to keep her
safe and close within the boundaries
where messages of caring love can reach her.
We gather round her, hands held out to offer
aid; we talk and smile to seem at ease
but see her wander on, a wary creature
evading strangers who might want to catch her.
{ Sleeping, she slips away by slow degrees
to deeper darkness where no love can reach her.
The thread is broken. When we try to touch her,
nothing happens. We watch as she withdraws
farther, faster -- a lost, beloved creature,
who feels no more this love that longs to reach her.
jrobinson Feb 9, 2000
Loss
